it would be so nice
drunk, listening to madonna, eating melted marsjhmallows + butter. someonetell me who i am
going to sing a song, it goes “let me live my stupid little life”
*include cracks in voice, add in badly played harmonica and tap dancing
Brilliant: Dinah Fried cooks and photographs meals from beloved books — Moby-Dick (above), Little Women, The Catcher in the Rye, Lolita, and more:
Reading and eating are natural companions, and they’ve got a lot in common. Reading is consumption. Eating is consumption. Both are comforting, nourishing, restorative, relaxing, and mostly enjoyable. They can energize you or put you to sleep. Heavy books and heavy meals both require a period of intense digestion. Just as reading great novels can transport you to another time and place, meals — good and bad ones alike — can conjure scenes very far away from your kitchen table. Some of my favorite meals convey stories of origin and tradition; as a voracious reader, I devour my favorite books.
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Magical Blue Crystals Cover an Entire Room by Roger Hiorns
Seizure is a large-scale installation by British artist Roger Hiorns in which he used unexpected materials to transform an everyday room into a giant piece of art. To create the site-specific installation, Hiorns covered the surface of the interior with plastic sheeting. He then poured more than 20,000 gallons of boiling copper sulphate solution into the abandoned space and let the liquid cool for three weeks. As the liquid cooled, these strange blue crystalline growths began to form, covering the walls, the floors, and the ceiling. The remaining liquid was drained and sent out for special chemical recycling.
So fucking crazy.
thirteen year old ashol pan is part of a nascent movement of girls who are keeping alive the six thousand year old kazakh tradition of golden eagle hunting known as berkutchy.
though long the monopoly of boys — once deemed uniquely strong enough to carry a full grown eagle on their arms and endure harsh winter hunts — fewer are now learning the skill, abandoning their traditional semi nomadic ways for life in the cities.
berkutchy is a life long profession, and is often a hereditary one. but ashol’s brother left for the military, leaving her father, an experienced eagle hunter, to ask if she would take his place and assume training.
asher svidensky — who took these photos during a four month trek in the mountains of western mongolia’s bayan ulgii (or “rich cradle”) province, where only 250 hunters remain — told the bbc that where most boys are at first apprehensive around their eagles, ashol was very much at ease.
ashol, though still in school, will spend much of her time nurturing her eagle, imprinting herself on the fiercely independent bird from birth. after much time and training, her eagle — who is considered a member of the family — will learn to track down rabbits, foxes and wolves, whose fur is needed for the harsh winters.
Yet again I wasted my time applying to art school. I have wasted so much time and energy to make my self the perfect candidate and yet nothing. Half the people going to this school are just rich kids who had no plans for the future. Thanks Mass Art Sorry I don’t draw anime and i’m not a fucking trust fund child. Sorry some one who has sacrificed everything just for a fucking chance at a better future is not what your looking for. Not that anyone will ever fucking read this or even give a fuck, I have given up on everything. I wont live like this anymore working 3 jobs just to fucking pay rent. Life is not worth living if you cant feel alive.
hi, please don’t feel like a failure for not being able to afford school. it’s commendable that you work to pay your own rent, especially in boston. but don’t assume everyone’s wealthy, many of us struggle with working and being in school full time. it’s super tough and so easy to lose motivation. also massart’s a great school, but it’s got some serious flaws. if you can’t afford it right now, there are other options. your efforts are not in vain!
paxil lessens my emotions massively, i keep forgetting that i love sad things. i keep forgetting that it’s always been and will always be just me, and that i am an old soul that will visit iceland someday and paint all day and night in the moonlight.